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hermionesclone · 07-29-2013, 10:09 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

There were a couple of activities Mo tried to do every day or so - running on the path around the lake and through the grounds, eating like he was paid to do it, sleeping, and flying. Sometimes there wasn't time for sleeping, but there needed to always be time for flying. Always.

Mo entered the practice pitch on foot and gazed up at the more-full-than-usual air over his head. It seemed like everyone had a purpose here today, and he was no different. Time to log some more hours on the ol' broomstick.

He hopped onto his broom and took off on a slow first lap, giving himself time to adjust to being on his broom and in the air before he casually picked up some speed. It was a shame there wasn't anyone around today to toss the quaffle with him, but he supposed laps were good exercise too.

He had missed flying. Like really and truly missed the sensation of flying around and trying to catch a tiny golden ball...

The sixteen year old stood there, his eyes scanning the pitch and the skies. It wasn't... a bad day for a bit of flying, actually. Sure, the weather wasn't as perfect as it probably should be looking towards at this time of the year but at least it wasn't raining, yeah? And at least there weren't any Dementors around.

Shudder.

Alec reached up a hand and ruffled his hair with his free hand while his other hand held onto his broom. And speaking of good hair, LOOK! Mo dude was flying around! Smiling at the sudden idea that popped into his head, Alec swung his leg over his broom and kicked off, heading straight towards the younger Ravenclaw who... had REALLY awesome hair! Had they ever had a conversation about hair before? It would be a shame if they hadn't.

"MO! Hey" Waaaaaave! "Wanna race?" Flying. Races. FLYING!

07-29-2013, 10:09 PM	#55 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,845 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	DADA assignment thingy urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin There were a couple of activities Mo tried to do every day or so - running on the path around the lake and through the grounds, eating like he was paid to do it, sleeping, and flying. Sometimes there wasn't time for sleeping, but there needed to always be time for flying. Always. Mo entered the practice pitch on foot and gazed up at the more-full-than-usual air over his head. It seemed like everyone had a purpose here today, and he was no different. Time to log some more hours on the ol' broomstick. He hopped onto his broom and took off on a slow first lap, giving himself time to adjust to being on his broom and in the air before he casually picked up some speed. It was a shame there wasn't anyone around today to toss the quaffle with him, but he supposed laps were good exercise too. He had missed flying. Like really and truly missed the sensation of flying around and trying to catch a tiny golden ball... The sixteen year old stood there, his eyes scanning the pitch and the skies. It wasn't... a bad day for a bit of flying, actually. Sure, the weather wasn't as perfect as it probably should be looking towards at this time of the year but at least it wasn't raining, yeah? And at least there weren't any Dementors around. Shudder. Alec reached up a hand and ruffled his hair with his free hand while his other hand held onto his broom. And speaking of good hair, LOOK! Mo dude was flying around! Smiling at the sudden idea that popped into his head, Alec swung his leg over his broom and kicked off, heading straight towards the younger Ravenclaw who... had REALLY awesome hair! Had they ever had a conversation about hair before? It would be a shame if they hadn't. "MO! Hey" Waaaaaave! "Wanna race?" Flying. Races. FLYING! __________________